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688. Five minutes.

Five minutes on a weekday afternoon. A rare moment just the two of us, while big brother slept. An attempt to capture the last of the lovely summer light, and the little things about my boo. The way he pouts his lips when he's concentrating. The way he makes a "schwwwwsh" noise when he pretends to pour me a cup of tea. The little dimples in his cheeks. They way he backs up into my lap, my little cuddlebug. The way he says "Baa" whenever he finds a phone, sometimes with a little chat too.